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“I don’t deserve you, Omari.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I whisper, laying my head on my chest. “You’ve been through enough in your life. You deserve happiness.”

“You make me incredibly happy, baby. I’ve never been so happy.”

I smile, nuzzling into his chest. My eyes droop, exhausted from the night’s activities. “Good. Now let’s sleep. We have a baby to take care of in the morning.”

Raf lies us down and arranges me against his side. He grasps me by the chin and kisses me gently, putting all his love and pain behind it. “Thank you. For loving me.”

“One of the easiest things I’ve ever done.”

With that, I close my eyes and fall asleep with the love of my life.

CHAPTER 18

OMARI

After two weeks,I hear from Kit. He told me his sister forced him to go to the hospital to be seen when she saw the state he was in. He didn’t have any broken bones, but he did have a mild concussion and had to be admitted for a couple days. He said he’s been healing and lying around, getting babied by his sister. I’m glad to hear he’s doing better.

I miss my best friend, but he hurt me badly. Maybe we can repair our friendship, but I don’t think we’ll ever get back what we had. That one comment he made makes me feel as if all the times in the past, he was lying when he told me I looked good when I cried and complained about my weight. Like he thought one thing and said another just because we’re friends. It’s hard to tell if he always wanted to call me fat or if he was trying to make Brock happy. He assured me it was the latter, but he knew just where to hit when he wanted to hurt me. I’ll have to work through that and figure out if the friendship is worth it.

Raf told me to let him know as soon as Kit called to make sure he was healed up physically, but he’s not answering his phone, neither call nor text. I think about waiting until hegets home, but I miss him today. And I haven’t been to his clubhouse before, so I figure with the update from Kit, today is as good a day as any to check it out.

I don’t know how to get there though. Hell, I don’t even know what direction it’s in. I pull out my phone and text Shane to get directions.

Me: Hey. I want to surprise Raf today. How do I get to the clubhouse?

He answers back quickly with step-by-step instructions, since he said it can’t be found with GPS. I read over the directions several times until I have them memorized. I want to avoid pulling out my phone while I have the baby in the car.

Shane: I’m here now, so I’ll tell the prospect to let you in.

I thank him and finish getting the baby ready and his bag packed. With a smile on my face, I head out to visit my man at work.

Shane’s directions were perfect. I didn’t get lost once, which is a feat, since I get lost with the GPS on.

I’m amazed when I pull up to the clubhouse. There is a large wall surrounding the whole thing with barbed wire on top, like they’re trying to prevent anyone from getting in or out. There’s a heavy looking gate in the middle of the walland the prospect that picked Kit up is trying his damndest to get it open.

After a few moments, he succeeds in opening it enough so I can get the SUV through. I feel bad that Raf doesn’t have a smaller car. I mouth an apology to him as I drive through.

When I get the baby out of his seat and step inside the clubhouse, I’m shocked to see women walking around with tiny shorts and skirts, bras, or belly shirts, and heels a mile high. It’s late morning, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by how they’re dressed.

I look around, trying to find Zeke or Shane or Brian or Jace. Hell, a friendly face of one of the brothers that I’ve spoken to so they can direct me to Raf.

“Aww. A baby.” I turn to the feminine voice and see a slim woman with long blonde walking over to me. She has her hands out as if to touch the baby or hold Little Raf. “He looks just like Prez. Come here, baby.”

I turn my body and tuck Little Raf closer to me, blocking her from touching him in any way. “No thanks,” I say when she gets within a few feet of us. “Do you know where Raf is?”

She tries to walk around me with her hands outstretched to get to Little Raf, but I turn. Little Raf, who reaches out for anyone, lies his head on my shoulder and tucks himself into me as if to say no, as well. “Just let me hold him. He’s adorable. Babies love me.”

Huffing, I look her in the eye. “I said no thanks. I’d rather you didn’t touch him.”

Her hands drop to her hips and she eyes me up and down. “So, what are you, the help?”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “I’m his nanny, yes.”

“Fucking nanny. You think you’re better than me and you’re a fucking nanny?”

“I never said I was better than you. I said you couldn’t hold the baby. I don’t know where your hands have been.”

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